#Religious Content

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Codex Rotundus

In 15th century CE, Flemish craftsmen created the first pocketbook in history, the Codex Rotundus, a unique late-medieval manuscript comprised of 266 pages containing a lavishly illuminated Book of Hours written in Latin and French.

Codex Rotundus is generally considered to be the first pocketbook not because there were no other pocketbooks, but because it is one of a kind.

Miniature Bibles and other Books of Hour were much larger than the Codex Rotundus and generally of the same rectangular shape as their larger counterparts.

The manuscript is round and made of wood and parchment sheets, with symmetrical pages forming a small block bound together to build a block of 3 cm in height with a diameter of 9cm.

The manuscript includes 3 full-page miniatures and an additional 30 historiated initials depicting mainly religious content, including psalms, depicting biblical scenes from the Old Testament, and stories from the life of Jesus Christ as well as various saints.

Its cover is red leather and is secured with three metal clasps in the shape of Gothic letters.

The words are written in both Latin and French, and the pages are formatted to look realistic.

This extraordinary book is still admired today for its unconventional work.

Although the book doesn’t preserve the name of the artist or artists responsible for its magnificent illuminations, various stylistic elements firmly point to its origins in the milieu of the Burgundian court (specifically from the area of Bruges).

📍 Dombibliothek Hildesheim (Hs728), Germany

[melandrops]

WHAT

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[fefesoutsiderstuff]

TW: religious content but not in a preachy way. Just ritual gremlinry :)

I saw a hc that the Curtises were Catholic and I started thinking about Sugar’s confirmation name. I’m not Catholic but I have done some research and I settled on Olga after Olga of Kyiv.

Olga was a Kievan Rus princess and regent. Her husband was murdered by an enemy tribe. The tribe then proposed that Olga marry their prince. She “accepted” and then pranked them into getting killed. She changed her name to Elena after being baptized.

Sugar loves history, the Middle Ages, and badass women.

Mrs. Curtis was very confused and a little bit scared when Sugar announced that she wanted her confirmation name to be Olga. She did some research and suggested “How about you make your confirmation name Elena?”

Sugar rejected the idea because “No one knows who Elena of Kyiv is. They know Olga.”

[rainbow-bazaar-art-collective]

Made a thing for a friend <3

[titanicnerd-blog]

Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Religious Content, Nondenominational Christian, Best Friends, High School, Post-High School, College, Lung Cancer, Teen Romance, Teenage Drama, Graduation, Depression, Family Bonding, Sisters, Step-parents, Teen Angst, Heartbreak, mission trip, Original Character Death(s), Interns & Internships, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Childhood Trauma, Weddings, Paris (City), Finding Love, Love Triangles, Love Confessions, Marriage Proposal, First Kiss, Complicated Relationships, Friendship/Love, Sisterly Love, Old Friends, Forgiveness, Healing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending Summary:

Over the course of 10 years, Racheline Gresham goes from a naive teenager to a young woman, learning about herself and finding happiness and peace at last. Through her high school, college and professional life, she learns the meaning of life, how to love, how to sacrifice, and, most importantly, how to forgive herself.

[psyzook]

OH MY FUCKING GOD- YES

I was looking at the reboots of this post from forever ago and just found this now. so sorry I was late to see this, but I absolutely love it @filthy-lil-bugger thank you very much!

There is something in this image that just makes me want to start worshiping this one specific photo. It’s a new age cross to my brain apparently.

[kabr0ztrousers]

dubcon/noncon scenario, fem!reader on a wildlife sightseeing tour in Africa, getting separated from her tour group and fucked silly by a group of humanoid crocodilians (they’re bigger and stronger than her, chubby, and have cocks bigger than anything she has ever taken), and the tour group doesn’t notice her absence and leaves without her, so nobody’s coming to rescue her from her captors (or their numerous friends that they share her with)

Wow, re-reading this prompt, I may need to add it to my "revisit in case of emergency" list, because what shook out doesn't quite fit... Having said that, here's

Kabr0z Writes episode 87: Crocodilian

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: noncon; kidnap; oral sex; group sex

A/N: All hail Sobek! Lord of semen!

Having said that, I realise that my Egyptian geography is about 2000 years out of date. So expect some weirdness with that

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Kayaking up the Nile. It's been on your bucket list for years, and now you're finally here. You'd already ticket Alexandria off the list, then Cairo, Luxor and and now you're on the way South to Heirakonpolis, hitting all the important bronze age archaeology on the way to Abu Simbel.

Of course, you'd left the glittering cities behind in the Nile delta. This far south the riverbanks fade between farmlands and overgrown nature. You'd learned the hard way that farmers aren't keen on random tourists portaging their boats and pitching their tents on their land, so you found some relatively solid ground to drag your kayak onto, set up the pop-up tent in your pack and crawled into your sleeping bag,

You woke to a tearing sound, the thin canopy of the tent rent open. Three men stood over you, crocodile-headed and well-built. Each had a spear in one hand, a shield in the other. You went to scream. The butt of a spear hit you in the head, and you were silenced.

A cold stone floor beneath you. Shadows flickered on massive sandstone blocks, cast from flames you could hear in the corners of the room. You tried to look without being spotted, turning your head ever so slightly. One of the men noticed you. He yelled something. You don't know what he said, you'd never even heard that language before. Two sets of footsteps echoed down the hall, hurrying towards you. Strong hands lifted you, carrying you between two of the men as they walked.

Measured, perfectly drilled steps took you out of the room. The chamber you found yourself was huge. A ceiling at least thirty feet above you, held up by pillars as wide as a man is tall, decorated with fern leaf motifs. A statue stood at the end of the room, presiding over the altar you were being carried to. Twenty feet tall, at least. A man, tall and thin, in that way that Kemetic statues are. A tall crown sat atop the head of a crocodile. One hand clutched an ankh, the other a staff with topped with a feather.

Sobek.

Your mind raced. You weren't an expert on the Kemetic religion, but they were generally good natured gods. Human sacrifice is rare, normally it's bread or something related to the god's domain. Sobek was the god of the Nile, he dictated the ebb and flow of the yearly floods. There was something else as well, something you couldn't quite...

Oh. Yeah. That's how he controlled the floods. Legend has it that every year, Sobek would masturbate into the Nile, the river swelling with his semen. Indeed, in years where the flood was too low, the Pharaoh would ceremonially jack off into the river to try and appease him.

Suddenly, this all made a little too much sense.

The men lay you on the altar. You shivered from the sandstone under you, looking between the reptilian chin of the one above your head, and the maw of the one holding up your ankles, spreading you apart as his hips rubbed his cock against your pussy.

The one above you removed his loincloth, baring his cock to you. It hung over you, scaled and ridged. He pinched your nose, holding it shut as you tried not to breathe, not to give him the opportunity.

You failed. Instinct took over and your mouth opened to take a breath. It filled with cock instantly. You tried to bite down on it but he didn't seem to notice, the scaly skin unbothered by your teeth. He took it slow, crooning gently at you as he pushed himself into your mouth.

The other had finished rubbing himself against you, bracing his tip against your entrance as he leant gently on you. Your body let him in and you whined as every hard ridge and bump massaged the inside of your cunt.

It was like his cock was made for you, every move stimulated you in just the right way to raise goosebumps on your skin despite the tropical climate. You moaned slightly, the sound muffled by the cock in your mouth.

They both sped up, moving just out of sync so one pushed in a moment after the other. The third stepped up beside the altar, chanting to the god looming over you, cock erect and throbbing. His hands caressed you, one holding your right breast, rolling the nipple under his thumb, the other massaging your clit as his comrade fucked you without pause.

Your cunt clenched and wept, the sound of your arousal audible over the steady Kemetic chanting of the men. Your legs shook, one hand on your tits, the other holding the scaled wrist of the one in the middle. You bucked your hips against the cock in you, tongue rolling around the one in your mouth. Sticky precum coated your tongue as it worked on the length pistoning into your mouth. You drank it down, every gulp warming you.

The third one let go of your tit a moment, just long enough to guide your hand to his already dripping member. Your fingers closed around it, pulling him off in time with his chants.

The prayers grew in intensity. Every syllable brought you closer to your peak.

The cocks pulled out of you. All three pulsing over you, spurting hot cum as your hand rubbed your clit. You wailed in orgasm as the crocodile-men covered you in a stream of sacred cum, coating your skin, getting into your hair.

You fell back, exhausted, stroking the scales of the men standing over you.

Above you, an ancient god smiled

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Well. The next time I think to myself "I'll leave it here tonight and finish this part before I start my shift tomorrow" please slap me.

This won't interrupt regular posting, you'll get Episode 88 tonight, as scheduled. For now though, I'm playing some Stellaris.

[hydrachea]

I've been thinking about it for a while, but the Mihoyo games fandoms are... Really less than courteous when it comes to spoilers.

I'm a loyal consumer of leaks myself, but I swear the fandom at large acts like everyone is - and not just is, but apparently should be.

There's been fanart in the HSR fandom regarding a certain character and a certain boss' relationship for weeks when not even the 3.1 main mission has touched upon it - because it comes from leaks regarding the future of the story. With the change in Genshin drip marketing schedule, it's quite literally impossible to find out who the new characters are officially because they're leaked at least a week prior and fanart (of course, untagged) starts flooding social media. There were also edits of the new 5.4 CGs everywhere as soon as the preload hit the servers, spoiling essentially everyone who wanted to wait for the version to, you know, actually be out.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but it makes for a very poor fandom experience when everyone acts like you're expected to follow leaks or you're the one responsible for getting things spoiled for you. It costs absolutely nothing to tag your leak-inspired or preload-datamined stuff as spoilers.

[hauntstrat]

I want Star Wars to bring back romance.

For a franchise that has its main movies focus so heavily on romance in Anakin/Padme, Han/Leia, and arguably Rey/Ben, they don’t seem to want to put it in any of their shows anymore. Obviously, they aren’t romance movies, and not every story needs a romantic plotline, but it’s so odd to me.

Romance is so absent from recent Star Wars media now. Even when it’s there, it just about never ends well, and as much as I like it when Star Wars is realistic and reflects the real world, people do have happy endings sometimes. People fall in love and get married. Sometimes that means settling down, and sometimes it doesn’t change anything. Especially for a series that loves parenthood so much, you’d expect them to be more open to the idea of people getting together and having children, but it so rarely happens. 

I just want romance in Star Wars.

[geospiral]

(translation)

This bit from the Traces comic is very beautiful in showing Io’s prayer coming to pass and how Till’s life was always surrounded by love, either from his mother or friends, but I've talked a little before about how I wanted the series to explore the idea of this "corporate god” more (Anakt, the company humans are created, forced to exist, and work under) and focusing on the panel, “For this, Io prayed with all their heart to Anakt.” It's incredibly sad that Io is unknowingly praying to the very thing that will exploit and cause her son the most pain.

Anakt wasn’t what loved and looked out for their son; it was themselves and the people who Till loved and who loved him in turn. God in this series is found through the compassion humanity holds, not in an oppressive force whose main goal is to keep them compliant to their suffering and not take any steps in changing it. The Anakt god that the humans worship is just a co-opted idea (we don’t even know if the Segyein believe in any gods themselves!) that the aliens use that at its core is nothing but a glorified symbol or mascot for a company that will wring them dry.

In the very first video, Mizi says, "From the moment humanity left the universe, we all forgot God." But that's not the case, and as she grows up and meets Sua and is surrounded by other humans, she comes to understand that! Mizi and all the other humans in our cast find God within each other or humanity in general because that's where they find love; that's what gives them the strength to fight and keep going.

Io saw how happy Till was when he learned to sing and create, and although she was scared, they let that creativity flourish and grow because her love for him won against her fear. All the mains cast's love wins against their fears.

[dollya-robinprotector]

honestly the slutty church outfits are kinda unsexy, you cant just put a cross on it and expect my priest kink to activate. you want to get in on priest and nun kink they sort of have to look like priests and nuns right? that shit is just lingerie man. im not saying its impossible to make a slutty priest/nun outfit im saying it just isnt done like that. but if anyone would have religious lingerie i guess it would be the dol church :/ still kinda disappointed and will probably imagine your designs over the ingame ones though

Wow, it's like I was sleep-walking and sending this to myself! Anon, you totally get me! :0000000000

Honestly, I think this might just be our preference. I, too, did not like those costumes. All I want is for at least you can still see that they're priest and nuns, not just some see-through clothes with crosses on it '''Ư _ Ư) At this rate I'm more looking forward to "proper" priest and nun clothes than kinky ones.

To me, what's appealing the most about religious kink is a feeling of secrecy and seriousness that cannot be tainted, especially for a priest. The more they cover the more I want to take it off, to defile it, that's why I said I can foam my mouth with just a default priest costume hhrrngghhh- Nun habit or dress can be modified in various ways, I love to do it, but priest robe or vestment can just stay the way they are. Ultimately I will always add more fabric to them than necessary lol.

Even that dress I drew for Kariya, you can't possibly call it a nun dress anymore. But hey, at least it's pretty, and it suits my taste XD

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 24: The Ritual, Part 3

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes Anthology Here

Find part 1 of this 3-parter here, and Part 2 here

CWs: marriage; demon fucking; dubious consent turning into enthusiastic consent; creampie; physical transformation

A/N: This one was a fun 3-parter! I've got a couple of requests to go before I run out, but do feel free to send in any thoughts, ideas, construction criticism, whatever!

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You looked around. The sulphurous air singing your nostrils. You're definitely wearing a wedding dress, long and white. Definitely in some sort of church, maybe a cathedral? Swanky. The spikes and braziers wouldn't have been your first choice though. And for some reason the officiant had horns.

Wait. What?

You looked at the man next to you. He was tall and thin. His skin was gaunt and pale against his bones, ragged strips of smouldering black cloth hanging from his limbs. He was leaning in to kiss you, his eyeless face pressing against yours. You were paralysed to stop him, to pull away.

"You'll make a fine baroness" he whispered in your ear, a voice like dragging roofing slates over one another. He lifted you up in a princess carry, taking care not to hurt you with his long claws, and walked with you out of the building, into a city.

He took flight. Clutching you to him as you held on to his neck, his arms far more powerful than they appeared. Below you the city was cast in a yellow hue, streets bustling with activity, like watching ants swarm around dropped bread. Then you landed on a balcony, and he carefully put you down.

"I expect you have questions?"

You nodded, the flight and the acrid air having robbed you of your speech

"Very well. We'll have the rest of forever to answer them all. For now, know this. I am L'Saat, Baron of the City of the Gap, Oracle of the Seal, et cetera, et cetera" he wheeled a clawed hand, noticeably bored "It all gets a bit much. Your titles are much simpler. You are my wife, so Baroness of the delightful city you see below you."

You nodded, struggling to take it in. You're a noble now? In hell? Not ideal, but a step up from a barmaid

"And the marriage? That was a bit..."

"Sudden? Yes. I've had my sights on you for a while. So full of lust and desire, I simply had to have you. I had my worshippers bring you to me" You're not sure if he was capable of tenderness, but the way he looked at you, you'd almost think he really admired you, despite the callousness with which he described your recent murder

"And I'll get wings? And horns?"

"Just some of the benefits of your station. Given time, you will learn to mold yourself to any form you desire. But that can come later. Now, we come to business"

He ushered you on, pushing you through a door to a bedroom. You sat on the bed, dreamlike, and watched as he removed his loincloth. You could see the end of his cock poking out of its sheath, thick and flared. It made your mouth water just looking at it, and you could feel your pussy getting hot. You couldn't help but squirm with arousal as he stepped over to you, which only got worse as he drew one of those wicked-looking claws along your skin, effortlessly cutting through the sheer fabric of your dress. You placed your hand on his ribs, visible under the taut-stretched skin, and felt his crotch with the other. He was a man like any other and you knew how to get what you wanted from him. His cock was getting harder, emerging from its sheath as you ran your fingers down its length.

Some of your regulars in your old life had been big, this dwarfed them all. It was easily as thick as your arm, and even semi-erect already over a foot long, every throb drawing another couple of inches out. He pulled away from you a moment, before diving into your pussy. His tongue was long and agile, expertly finding all the best places, stimulating parts of you never dreamed of before. He took you to the edge, again and again, masterfully ramping up and down to keep you whining and whimpering, begging him to let you cum.

That's when he put his cock into you. The length and width shocking you into a rolling orgasm that felt like a thunderstorm in your breast. His claws raking down your skin, pressure expertly applied to cause just enough pain, but not break the skin. You came almost non-stop as he was thrusting inside you, until he drove himself deep inside you and you felt a swelling at the base of his cock, locking you together.

Suddenly he was almost a different person. Gone was the rough, feral ride. Now he was sweetness and kisses, stroking your hair, holding you close to him and cooing sweet nothings into your ear. There you stayed for at least an hour, though time meant little in this place. When he finally became soft enough to pull out, a great wash of semen followed him, drenching the sheets underneath you. You ran a hand through your hair, matted with sweat and noticed a pair of short horns on your forehead

Have to look the part, you suppose

[slxxty-puppubus]

I want you to dig your teeth into my neck as you pin me beneath you. I want to feel all of your weight pressing down on me keeping me still, keeping me trapped. The trailing of your hands as you grope and claw along my tiny frame. Every bite, bruise, and mark left behind, feel like whispers of praise and worship falling from your jaws, as you carve your desire and devotion into my flesh. Each whimper and moan a sweet hymn just for you, a song woven of desperate submission and animalistic pleasure. Your mouth upon my body is the sweetest kind of prayer. A prayer of lust and longing. My body is your cathedral and your altar the place you revere your God. A God known only as carnal desire.

[konigsblog]

PLEASP@3pPLEASPELLLEWAEPE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE DEMON KONIG AND CHRISTIAN READER I WILL DIE

demon-könig who haunts christian-reader, making her sin and lust over him. 🪽

cw: religious themes, demons, non-con. MDNI 18+

demon-könig doesn't appreciate how much of a prude you are. how you never show any skin, how you're always dressed appropriately, covering your entire body and never sinning. he watches you from the end of your bed every night, admiring the space between your legs, fantasising about turning you into a cock drunk whore for himself, for his own satisfaction and selfish fulfilment.

könig wants to corrupt you. he haunts your house and your every waking moment, being awoken to the pleasuring sensation of könig's thick dick rubbing up against your swollen clit. your eyes are wide with terror and horror, you clutch the rosemary tightly, hoping that he'd disappear, that someone would hear and see your fear and save you!!

although, it never happened. nobody came to your rescue, and könig began to sink further inside your swollen, wet cunt ‘til you were crying out pitifully and painfully, chanting prayers in an attempt to be freed from this torture and hell to no avail as he restrained you, his demonic voice telling you how he planned to ruin you.

he corrupts your mind as well. he's all you think about, what you dread about falling asleep, so vulnerable and defenceless when you're unconscious. he will cause you to tighten your thighs in the middle of church, rubbing them together and sucking in a sharp breath as your cunt pulses around nothing, people glancing at you with confusion as you begin to get uncomfortable. your breathing quickens as your core tightens almost painfully, and your pussy drools with arousal, your sweet juices staining your panties. you can feel his hands wander along your skin, staining it with his filth, and you're so petrified, that you confess, you pray for this to end, for this to be over.

although your little prayers worked a little, keeping him from touching you, he'll get his way regardless soon enough. at some point, he'll be free again, and will be able to touch you all over perversely, corrupting your mind until you're a sinner, fitting into könig's ideal... :(

[fictionadventurer]

Fun Catholic Lord of the Rings trivia for you:

Tolkien had a devotion to St. John the Evangelist (which should not have been surprising, given his name).

Traditionally, the symbol of St. John the Evangelist is an eagle.

There's no indication it's intentional allegory, but it does add a very cool layer to those scenes.

[aphidclan-clangen]

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